Oh, it wasn't like that night was the first time I had ever entertained thoughts of Teddy in a "not very sisterly" way. But they had never been serious. Never would I have thought to act on those thoughts. They were just flights of fancy. Fantasies. Quiet musings a person might play out in their head during moments of s****l solitude in bed at night. But even then, I don't think I had ever actually thought about him while playing with myself. Until last weekend, that is, when I m*********d on his couch.
Unfortunately, the strength of that orgasm had given me a new drive in life. Now that it had happened, it was like when you started peeling a stubborn sticker off a plastic container. Once you had one edge loose, you couldn't help but work at it until the entire thing was removed. Even tho
